Troy

These nights
These golden lights
That pulse
And
Grow with the fires

These knights
These broken blights
We sting
And
Steam to a moonlight

These pages
These bloated sages
That rumble
And
Stream foolhardy

These grains
These heroes maimed
That roll
And
Scream at the sand

These lives
These tired lives
That are
All
And nothing all at once

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